#marrowflavored

I know we spoke the other day about this, but I have a sneaking suspicion a reminder- a written, physical proof- of what’s going on might be beneficial... I know it’s something that I’d appreciate

As you know, something’s wrong with Jay. He tried to use the same sort of Magic I have in the past, with transformation charms and whatnot, but he did something else to it... He tried to make it more permanent but it’s backfiring in an odd way. The Magic in that charm has run out, but it’s still pulling from him to keep going. To stay alive. And in the process it’s hurting Jay

I have a lead on how to separate Jay from this home grown magic, safely! But I’ll probably be gone for a few days to retrieve it. Communication may be a tad spotty, but I promise I won’t be gone long! A handful of days at most!

Until then, stay safe, and don’t worry too much. I’ll check in when I can. And if you can think of any weird thing to keep an eye out for that you’d like me to bring back, let me know!

You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Just one day of intense melancholy and you were dragged back into waiting. Perhaps that’s not fair. You never intended on waiting by the side again for a full day when you knew, deep down, that there’d be no change. But that didn’t prevent you from wanting to check. Just a peek. Just in case...

You never made it all the way in. You didn’t see the warning signs, and even if you did, there’d be no way you could escape in time. 

The explosion didn’t kill you, but flying debris to the back of the head did the trick. 

Alright! You’ve had a day to mope and you’re done now! Well, maybe not instantly. After assuring Ghostie you’d be back (with a cup of coffee), you walk your hungover self to Frenchie’s place to talk and recover a bit, which isn’t the best idea on your part, since Toby is still a frighteningly, painfully loud baby, but you figure it’s equal repayment for acting like a baby yourself last night.

You apologize for your actions, in case you worried him but... Honestly, you don’t entirely regret getting drunk last night. You didn’t do anything stupid, and all embarrassment was kept to crying with Ghostie inside his temple and the phrase “Unlitty the titty” unleashed to the internet, which was hilarious to your drunken self for some reason. You regret the impulse to go and specifically get drunk, and you regret the hangover, but otherwise it almost felt cathartic! Especially the after-morning breakfast with your Moirail and your brother. 

It all felt... Good. It felt right. 

And you know what else feels right? Adventure. Getting off your sorry, sad butt and doing something! You’ve been in a depressed, anxious slump for 3 years, waiting around and keeping busy or distracted with small projects while remaining stationary. You’d like to add more to your story once again.

The only bright side to your day is that you are smart enough to grab something as (relatively) harmless as tongs to throw against the far wall, and not a recently-replaced glass beaker or a small knife or something equally breakable and able to break respectively. 

You were just... Off. At least that’s what you’d say (after a prompt “fuck off” of course) if someone were to ask. And while that was true, it would be more accurate to say that you were distracted. 

What did you do? You went over it a few times in your head and concluded that only half the answer was correct. You talked with someone, irritated them into anger and frustration and now they wanted nothing to do with you. It was an unsurprising result to the point of... well, you sort of planned it that way. It’s simply how things worked so why not embrace that sort of cold, calculating, uncaring jackass in a labcoat facade? It was better than getting your hopes up by disappointing peers at least.

“you’re a bad friend.” 

That... That was not part of this. Not part of any of it. A stupid pesky variable that-... At no point did you try to be friends, or ‘allow’ friendship to take place. Going over the conversations in your head, at no point were you a kind person, or have the intention of kindness. There was no possible way they could misunderstand your actions as ‘friendly’ so why... 

Why did they call you a friend? 

And if you knew you were going to push them away, at least eventually, as stubborn as the little bastard had been...

@marrowflavored

Why were you considering this? It’s just as you said, you’ve done nothing except give this random dude a hard time on the internet (and the brief moment you met in person) and despite the likely delirious message earlier mentioning you as a ‘friend’ bad or otherwise, you were no such thing to one another. 

Maybe... Maybe it was your curious nature getting the better of you. Maybe it was your more bitter side seeking revenge- they never actually paid for those broken glasses- and the chance to torment them in person did just that. Maybe it was unrelated to them specifically and more related to your project. 

You glance to the side, the light of the monitor in front of your reflecting off of your owl-eyed glasses. On the table next to you was a sorry tangle of wires and mess of metal bits and bobs all centered around an “upgraded,” outdated blackberry type phone. An old one that your tutor no longer wanted or needed, apparently. It was as good as trash, so it was given to you. Isn’t that nice?

That little bastard got himself here somehow, didn’t they? And you managed to get them back... Using these coordinates, maybe you could do the same without too much hassle. And if there was a hassle, apparently they at least had internet over there and you could continue working on things while their sorry ass found a way to get you back home. And the worst case scenario was that your atoms were ripped asunder by tampered-with transportalizer tech. So, a win-win for everyone, you suppose. 

You grab an old backpack and stuff as much stuff in there that you risk taking with. Spare parts for your tech, spare pencils for your notes, even a few of the more stable chemicals along with the miniature chemistry kit you fiddled with. It was technically for kids, with the plastic and the tiny measurements, but it was also good for a scientist on the go. And yes there was such a thing! That thing’s name is Gwen.

Finally you take the little gadget and type in the coordinates, building up the energy with a small hand crank installed on the side and aiming it at a wall. With a crack of off-green lightening, reality ripped open in front of you. 

It... 

It actually worked!

Ha... Haha... Hahahah!!!

Because you’re a Mad scientist, and not a Crazy scientist, you toss a pencil through the portal, just to check! and shoot John a message. 

astutescientist: I’m going to throw a pencil over astutescientist: Let me know if it went through marrowflavored​: why did u throw a pencil at me >:(

Holy SHIT! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!!